(B. Owens)

Loving you isn’t good for me
You keep my tears flowing
If I left you I couldn’t stay gone
So there’s no use in going
Loving you is a habit I can’t break

I haven’t found a way yet
But I’ve been trying
To stop loving you but I can’t wait
There’s no use in lyin’

Loving you is a habit I can’t break

Loving you is a habit I can’t break
I’ve been loving you much too long now
To change the way I feel
So I might as well get used to these heartaches

Loving you is a habit I can’t break

If half of all the things you say, were true instead of lies
Then there’d be only half as many teardrops in my eyes
If half of all the dreams I dream, were ever to come true
Then in my heart I’d feel I had, A Half-way Chance With You.

If most of all the things I hear, were only half-way true
Then I’d be half-way happy dear and only half as blue
If You spent half the time with me, you spend with someone new
Then in my heart I’d feel I had, A Half-way Chance With You.

A half-way love is not enough, it’s always kiss an run
I just can’t fool my heart that way, I must have all, or none
If part-time love is all you want, or all you care to give
Why bother with the love at all, and only half-way live.

If some of all the tears that fall, were yours and not all mine
Then half the clouds would disappear and half the sun would shine
If things were only turned around and you were feelin’ blue
Then in my heart I’d feel I had, A Half-way Chance With you.

Break us down by our elements
And you might think He failed
We’re not copper for one penny or
Even iron for one nail
And a dollar would be plenty
to buy twenty of us
Until true love is added to
These handfuls of dust

Handful of dust, handful of dust
Sums up the richest and poorest of us
True love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it’s added to a handful of dust

However small though our worth may be
When shared between two hearts
Is even more than it would ever be
Measured on its own, apart
And our half what it could be
Is now twice what it was
When true love is added to
These handfuls of dust

Handful of dust, handful of dust
Sums up the richest and poorest of us
True love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it’s added to a handful of dust

Handful of dust, handful of dust
Sums up the richest and poorest of us
True love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it’s added to a handful of dust

It’s been a hard day’s night, and I been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I’ll find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it’s worth it just to hear you say you’re going to give me
everything
So why on earth should I moan, ’cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I’m home everything seems to be right
When I’m home feeling you holding me tight, tight

Owww!

So why on earth should I moan, ’cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright

Old men crying, young men dying,
World still turns as father time
Looks on
On and on,
Children playing, dreamers praying,
Laughter turns to tears
Love has gone, has it gone?
Oh, it’s a hard road
Oh, it’s a hard road

Poets yearning, lovers learning,
On this path of life we pass along
Is it wrong?
Widows weeping, babies sleeping,
Life becomes the singer and the song
Sing along

Oh, it’s a hard road
Carry your own load

Why make the hard road?
Why can’t we be friends?
No need to hurry
We’ll meet in the end

Why make the hard road?
Why can’t we be friends?
No need to worry
Let’s sing it again

Brother’s sharing, mother’s caring,
Nighttime falling victim to the dawn
Shadows mourn,
Days are falling, time is calling
To the Earth another life is born
Love line drawn

Oh, it’s a hard road
Carry your own load

Oh, it’s a hard road…
We’re living in sorrow
We’re living the best
And look to the future
‘Cause life goes together now…
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A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
an’ all the wood I can find
I’ll build me a cabin on top of the hill
got all the plans in my mind . . .

Where the tree tops talk to the wind
where the eagle flies
I’ll bring her to see it the minute I’m through
won’t she light up with surprise!

A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
an’ just my two hands, but with some help from above
The walls will start risin’, the roof will go on
the final touch will be love . . .

Where the tree tops talk to the wind
where the eagle flies
The preacher will bless us as we hurry to
our happy home in the skies . . .

As soon as we’re married,
we’re movin’ in to
our happy home in the skies . . .

( A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails . . . )
Our happy home in the skies . . .

Words and Music by Sarah Graham,
Richard Ahlert and Eddie Snyder

Time,
Time,
Time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside’s
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned.

Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That’s an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It’s the springtime of my life.

Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

New York, to that tall skyline I come, flying in from London to your door.
New York, looking down on Central Park
where they say you should not wander after dark.
New York, like a scene from all those movies,
but you’re real enough to me, but there’s a heart,
a heart that lives in New York.

A heart in New York, a rose on the street,
I write my song to that city heartbeat.
A heart in New York, a love in her eye, an open door and a friend for the night.
New York, you got money on your mind
and my words won’t make a dime’s worth a difference, so here’s to you New York.
New York, now my plane is touching down

You’ve crossed the edge of paradise
I feel you won’t stay
There is some truth behind your lies
Whatever you say

For your mind is far away from here
Locked up in a sigh
There is only one forgotten tear
Hidden in your eyes

So baby just take your chance
And maybe you’ll join the dance
You never will win if you don’t try
So baby get under way
And maybe there’ll come a day
When you find an Island in the sky
Don’t cry
A heart will pass by
Don’t cry
A heart will pass by

You will feel the touch of liberty
And the winds of change will blow
You will leave the grounds of loneliness
Your heart knows where to go

For your mind is far away from here
Locked up in a sigh
There is only one forgotten tear
Hidden in your eyes

(Chet Biggers/Melba Montgomery)

This ole heart of mine
Is now showing signs
From the wear and tear of times
You have taken it and crushed it
Then came close to throwing it away
Holding on to someone who don’t love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
It’s a heartache in the works

Looking through my tears
It’s hard to see you care
when I know that you don’t hear
When I lie away beside you
And cry til I see the light of day

Holding on to someone who don’t love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
It’s a heartache in the works

It’s hard to keep surviving
When love is slowly dying
And all the pain without keeps building up

Holding on to someone who don’t love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
It’s a heartache in the works

Holding on to someone who don’t love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
It’s a heartache in the works
It’s a heartache in the works